er life proved
that, and it is apparent, too, in the words I found on another page of
her journal, at thirteen: "Mother and Martha are at the Drakes; I will
learn my hymn, and then read in the Bible about the sufferings of Jesus.
Oh, what anguish that must have been! And I? What do I do that is good,
in making others happy or consoling their trouble? This must be
different, Paula! I will begin a new life. Mother always says we are
happy when we deny self in order to do good. Ah, if we always could! But
I will try; for He did, though He might have escaped, for our sins and to
make us happy."

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Full as an egg
I plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy tales
Nobody was allowed to be perfectly idle
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To be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF GEORG EBERS

THE STORY OF MY LIFE FROM CHILDHOOD TO MANHOOD

Volume 2.

CHAPTER VI.

MY INTRODUCTION TO ART, AND ACQUAINTANCES GREAT AND SMALL IN THE
LENNESTRASSE.

The Drakes mentioned in my sister's journal are the family of the
sculptor, to whom Berlin and many another German city owe such splendid
works of art.

He was also one of our neighbours, and a warm friendship bound him and
his young wife to my mother. He was kind to us children, too, and had us
in his studio, which was connected with the house like the other and
larger one in the Thiergarten. He even gave us a bit of clay to shape. I
have often watched him at work for hours, chattering to him, but happier
still to listen while he told us of his childhood when he was a poor boy.
He exhorted us to be thankful that we were better off, but generally
added that he would not exchange for anything in the world those days
when he went barefoot. His bright, clear artist's eyes sparkled as he
spoke, and it must indeed have been a glorious satisfaction to have
conquered the greatest hindrances by his own might, and to have raised
himself to the highest pinnacle of life--that of art. I had a dim
impression of this when he talked to us, and now I consider every one
enviable who has only himself to thank for all he is, like Drake, his
friend in art Ritschl, and my dear friend Josef Popf, in Rome, all three
laurel-crowned masters in th